Eleven Word Poem
#17 of 30
Idols
Careful who you follow
they may be skipping along
to Mordor

Eleven Word Poem
#17 of 30
Careful who you follow
they may be skipping along
to Mordor

Haiku
loud motor running
i forgive the sofa scratch
my fine house lion

it can’t tell the difference, you know
that part of your brain
that sends the alert out
to fight or fly
so, every single day
when you wake up
and fill your head
with news that terrifies you
you may as well have
left the adrenaline faucet
on full blast
and what happens
when you shut off
that supercharged jet fuel
coursing through your body
and dare to relax for a minute?
that’s right-
you sleep like the dead
and wake up tired.
cuz it doesn’t
know the difference between
immediate threat
and the 9,000th message
with the same information-
of course you’re tired
take a nap
and turn the damn tv off

…and when you tell my story-
the one where you cast me as the villain-
do you leave out the parts that don’t fit your script?
do you tell them of love and laughing
do you say how large a piece of heart we shared?
do you mention midnight phone calls
and the shoulder that was yours for the asking?
or will that ruin your play-
if they know you loved me as fiercely as I loved you?
you wanted to write a thriller
but wrote a tragedy instead
do they know?

Haiku
Especially when
The words are so important
We must pry them out

NaPoWriMo Poem #11 of 30

Clutter on the counter
Shoes piled at the door
Now it feels like someone lives here
There’s a sense of something more
Someone’s making coffee
Cooking food
And doing chores
Sounds of life around me
Cats are stretched out on the floor
Where there once were plans for someday
Now I’m holding something sure
Poem # 10 of 30
Haiku


Overnight,
or was it a decade, I’m not sure
I woke to find this woman in my mirror
it took a moment to find my eyes in hers-
to find the little divot in the front tooth
where Duffy bumped my elbow hard
while I drank a bottle of coke in ’67
a glacial shapeshifting scene unfolds
foreshadowing who is to come
my fine, firm ass has given way
to a tight and toned vocabulary
rising, where my breasts once were
is a warrior who has survived
the breaking of her heart
cancer and the thousand cuts from former family
who worked hard to slice me into small pieces
they could wrap in paper napkins
and sneak into the trash-
being inedible bites to their delicate palettes-
a head of unruly root beer and whiskey hair
has become a thinner landscape
and emerging crown of silver
I don’t know this new woman
yet
or all she is capable of doing
but
I have a feeling
we’re gonna to get along
just fine
Poem 8 of 30 Haiku
i was your chapter
year of almost everything
you, you were my book

NaPoWriMo2020 Poem 7 of 30
Haiku